I'm halfway feral
like a skittish cat.
Good at hiding,
so people only see me
when I deign to come out.
And then I strut
like Jungle King.
Passersby would never guess
I live by camping indoors.
My inside is out
my outside is in.
No wonder I'm cramped
in my own skin.
I'm not one to be discovered
- mummified -
twenty years on.
But it might take
a couple of weeks.
Just short of dental records.
Unless I'm south of the border.
Or holed up in Cappadocia.
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